A fool’s charge!Story written by Rubbutts“And what a displayby the greenskinned goddess, narrowly avoiding becoming another piece of the sous-vide gallery!”One more violent clampof two bizarrely paper-thin, glossy halves of somethingbrushed past her fingertips seconds ago, the orc casting a worried glance at the half-dozen bodies in solid, seamless black lining the walls. Bizarrely posed, calm, and all eerily silent, a few of them still steaming from the ‘curing’ process of taking a stretchy storage bed to a rock-solid stasis slab. Shuumi wasn’t even sure she’d fit with her size, but she certainly wasn’t going to find out.All she could do was keep going, figure-hugging future latex straining and creaking against her powerful, feminine form. She wasn’t sure how any of it stayed intact, but she chalked it up to whatever high technology society got their kicks from gladiatoral death games. It had to be death, she thought. There was no way all those entombed and converted girls were still ticking. Right?“But don’t feel too put out, big winners. She’s still got a ways to go before she’s earned her freedom! Already coming up on a deeecisivedecision. Will she continue her unprecedented streak of luck or will that fine beefy body finally be some lucky someone’s?”Oddly feminine, and ringing through the halls. All around here. So many eyes crawling over her body, locked onto her every move. This far in, though, there was only grimdetermination. Something told her there weren’t many other bodies left running through these starkly clean, alien maze halls. A bit of a fork as she turned a corner. One hall, closer, the other, sliiiightly farther. Her mind raced as her heeled boots pounded the floor with durability far beyond their thin, average forms. Closer, surely. Farther meant more ground meant more chances for some other flavor of trap to spring. So, she went. Rounding the corner, taking stock–Statues. Statues? Misshapen, glossy forms. All awkwardly posed, as if parts of them had stopped working at random. They all steamed lightly, and she could very softly hear the two closest to hear.

2“HHNNGHHHRLLLGGHHH–”“GGHHNHHHGKLKKK–”Incoherent, but alive. A little twinge of apprehension tingled down her spine, but she pushed forward anyway. Haphazard, half-melted ‘orbs’ littered the area, all forebodingly rubbery and stuck around like glue. Her sprint pushed her closer as very obviousturrets flipped out from the wall and began to track her. The orc grit her teeth and barreled forward, pushing past the first two statues–SPLRT SPLUT SPLAT THWRCK SPLRT“Gnnhhh!!”The air was suddenly filled with them. Several hit their mark, splattering heavily across her left leg and right arm. She instinctively used them to further shield the now very obviously painfully hot ooze smacking into her body, spreading a little, and then hardeningseconds later into a solid, almost waxy mass.“Aaaaand we’ve got contact!”The announcer sounded elated. The orc was significantly less so. It was slowing her already, the extra weight and force along with sudden and very real pain searing through even her fancy little costume, yellow and cyan burned away in favor of deep, overglossy black.But she kept going, growling and roaring out as she was further and further immobilized. Now it was more like a solid, unyielding tomb of rapidly hardening capture oozes coalescing into an almost unbearably hot prison.“Gnnhhh–GGRRAAGHHH!!”A little panic, higher pitched, but there she was at the midway point dragging a leg behind her and awkwardly swinging an arm. Instinctively, she grabbed at an orb freshly thwacked to her chest with the other free hand, foolishly getting it gunked up as the orb did its usual spread, harden, harden. The sound was awful, like wet concrete that never quite stopped crackling until it fully set along with the ever-present sizzleof incapacitating heat. Any less durable girl would already beinsensate, but pure orcish rage let her take another few herculean steps before–SPLT SPLT SPLRT CRRRKKKK-TSSSSSS-SPLRT-CRRKK
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“FFFHAAAAAARGHHHHH-HNNGHHH!!!”“Merciless and thorough, that’s an Ais-Tex™ guarantee!”Thorough was right. Her other leg was quickly buried and she was all but immobilized, reduced to pathetic shakes and wobbles that got her nowhere. She could feel the skin-sizzling ooze push into her a little once an orb splatted onto her crotch, her enormous ass. It was almost a blessing that most of it was numbness at this point, but her already anger and pain-drowned mind was too busy misfiring in feral rage. It was enough to stretch a limb for a few inches, twitch, and snap right back as her massive tits were splattered over and made even larger with a thick, deadly layer of the hellish high tech ooze.Already blind in one eye, helplessly watching the turret that aimed to finish her, she faintly realized the other set of statues were pointing the wrong way. But that thought was smothered when another smacked into her mouth, choked its way down her throat, and set heavily, suffocatingly.“Gglkggknnoooogghh–”SPLLLART–THUNK.“Ohh! What a tumble! A pathetic display for our bulkiest contestant!”The force of the final orb sent the already unbalanced Shuumi crashing to the floor, still frozen in that same awkward pose. Still steaming, all but silenced, but still occasionally managing a full body wobble, the insensate orc gurgled with the last horrified yell vaguely frozen on her lumpy face.“hhrhghlllph...mrrghh–GGLKKKRGK–”It happened so fast. Somewhere, unseen, a cruel monster activated the nanites in the capture goo. Every statue tensed, twitched, then smushedinward, their misshapen bodies contorting and shifting as if they were made ofdough. Any sound or resistance died in that moment as gallons of nanogoop violently punched its way inward from every hole they had all at once. Filling, integrating, preserving, and notching them all more than a few down the gender slider.
Breasts were compressed into pecs, Shuumi given the most impressive set as her massive tits rippledlike water, all the beef and curve of her body mushed down in favor of emphasizing all the powerful, well kept muscle beneath. Heads shifted ovoid, indistinct, as something fat, squishy, and degenerate fucked its way into being upon their ‘faces’. Rounded and thick, an oral toy donut hole to make up for the smooth, mannequin-esque nothing now between their legs. The steam cleared. Four were at-attention, but what was once Shuumi hung limply like a doll without strings. Connections were made soon after. Relays, slaving-to. A converted brain now a simple processor designed to obey and little else. The thing jerked to unnatural life, body awkwardly lifting as its strings were attached. The others marched with an almost comical high-leg, arm swinging march, their basic programming giving them no other recourse.But, soon, there they all were. Lined up exactly. Stiffly at-attention. Male? Female? Somewhere in between. But anonymized all the same, with one especially large drone in the middle.“What a turnout! Some of our best yet, in my opinion. Might be seeing all of you in the auction chambers for that big one! Remember to check out our advanced programming and body mod packages to truly make your Blank one of a kind!”They marched as one, silent and mindlessly obedient. Just more base body Blanks to sell off and continue the degenerate games of high society.

looks like the same orc from shining shelacking

Base +8, azal777 +4